Within the study of the Blackwood Manner, Reina had not been happy. She did not like being apart from Altair, and she did not like Alyssa. The way the Amazon stared at her Prince had always made her hot in the face, though she was loath to admit it. Alyssa was beautiful. Dark-colored skin over hazel eyes glistening with the golden flecks of morning light. Her hair was braided and oiled, and despite the long travels, smelt of the earth.
Reina had been inclined to remain poised like her Prince, to show a smile to everyone, but she could not bring herself to do so before Alyssa.
"Reina…" Alyssa began. " May I ask what you remember of that dreadful explosion?"
"Not much," She admitted, though they had managed to piece a few things together. "Why do you ask?"